Monday, 14 October 2013

It's TIME!!!

I need to get my roots done! It
always surprises me that one day you are happy enough with the coiffure such as
it might be and then the next minute it is a desperate shambles that must be
sorted immediate!

And thus it has always been for
me. Steve seems to be able to carry on regardless for weeks after making the announcement.
Maybe that’s just a boy thing.

I have always spent far too much
time and money and healthy disregard for chemical poisoning getting my hair
done. I reckon that money spent on a ‘DO’ is better than a new dress cos you
can wear the hair everyday and let’s face it, the new gear gets a little tired
after the first couple of outings.

After trawling through the old
photos yesterday, looking for the pic of Dad, I spent a lovely while reminiscing
today. I realised that I have been excellent in terms of keeping the cogs of
the economy clicking over. I have spent a shit load of cash at the
hairdressers! I have had every colour,
shape length and curliness. I barely recognised some of that hair!!

All that change and phaffing and
today I have the same colour hair as I had when I was a girl, straight from the
sun and the surf, or the swimming pool. Of course the whiteness is only
achieved today through the efforts of AnnBrit and shed loads of bleach and
hours of patience on the part of all in the salon. Yeh I do get edgy after
about the first 2 hours of sitting reading all that shit in the gossip mags.

Looking at all those colourful years
flashing by in the albums I am tempted to go for a change except that any more
abuse might just be a step too far. The whole bloody lot might just fall out
and who could blame it.